The world had become nonexistent to Calvin as he’d allowed his soul to slide from his eyes and on to the floor upon which he laid, hopeless and without thought of anything other than a child who had died far younger than could ever be made right. “I’m sorry…” he whispered with the agonized tone of a father who had lost his only child. There may never have been a biological tie between Katie and Calvin, but when Calvin grew to love someone, it was not often that that affection could be hindered by such truths. With such power did he care for all those close to him, that it was a wonder that his selfless love alone had no true effect – or rather, had no effect in protecting them from the harm that seemed to follow Chase’s family like a magnetic storm. “Please, come back,” he begged with a sloppy sniffle, and he fell flat, defeated.
His ears went unhearing as Chase murmured consoling words against the side of his face and held him near. While her proximity had, not long ago, held the capability of bringing him to his knees, it seemed he could no longer be phased by such innocent, joyous things. His mind had been too severely overtaken by the murder that he had witnessed; the murder of a child.
Chase’s abrupt departed had not gone unnoticed as her attempt to comfort him had, however. Nay; at once the subtraction of the warmth, and the soft sound of her thudding heart drew forth from Calvin a fear of loneliness. He pulled himself up from the floor quickly, and with the pleading eyes of a new-born puppy, lost in the world to which he’d been born, Calvin searched for his wife. Upon spying her he outstretched his right arm and sniffled once more, “Chase?” He asked pitifully, as though he believed that she intended to never again return as a result of his behavior. “I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry,” He apologized for what felt the hundredth time that afternoon, but there was a sense of lucidity to his words this time, as though he had been awoken from his stupor, if only for the time that it took to ask Chase to remain with him, and to protect him from the monsters.
But the healer who had stepped into the room seemed to have stolen Chase’s attention. She held her hands, folded in a nervous manner behind her back as she watched Chase approach her. The healer began in a gentle tone, addressing first the question that she had been asked: “I will send someone in to administer Mr. Ransom his routine sedatives. I apologize that he was not yet given them; it is well passed the time of day at which he usually receives them, but I assumed that you wished to speak with him before hand.” She glanced downward for a moment to gather her bearings before beginning again, this time with the news which she had been sent to relay to Chase. “I’m afraid I have terrible news, but my telling you of what has happened could not be delayed, as Mr. Ransom is very much involved. It has been reported that a Ms. Nerissa Hatts was found dead earlier this morning in Knockturn Alley. The coroners have not yet sent in their report, but it appears to have been a murder. I am very sorry, ma’am. You have my deepest sympathies – but, because of Mr. Ransom’s relations with Nerissa, it is routine that we inform him. I felt that you should be the one to decide how he learns of the tragedy,” she spoke carefully, before turning her head for a brief moment to cast Calvin a sympathetic glance.
by Calvin S. Ransom Thu Apr 19, 2012 4:14 am
